Butcher Meets Leatherface

Lyrics

[Intro: RJ Payne] Black Soprano Family PAYNE, check [Verse 1: RJ Payne] Now this feel like when DMX came Uh-huh, Leatherface, this the BSF gang Call the EMS, we riding like the BMX games Big heat, Big Meech with the BMF chain See I train more rapider, chainsaw massacre Heavy metal bullets knock the paint off your Acura Sharpshooter, I can knock the fangs off of Dracula Propane, I bought this cocaine into Africa, huh Word to Pellegrino, I am El Padrino Got that Westside Gunn right in my El Camino New Jack City, you die if you yell at Nino Clips full of bald-heads, bitch, I'm selling chemo We the best, I got dozens of reasons Benny ain't signed me neither, he summoned a demon The bullets blossom out the gun, it's a wonderful season Plant these dummies in the ground for underachieving It's getting spooky, this a trippy vibe Rap and deliver them beats, nigga, I'm Ricky Hyde Black Soprano Family, hold the blicky high We taking shots of whiskey right where Nipsey died Henny and jewelry, plenty of toolery, semi fit suitably I'm a killer, that's why Benny recruited me Millionaire nigga, keep them pennies you threw at me If you ain't talking sensibly, they gon' send me ya eulogy Undisputably what the people need This a massacre, rap 'til I make the speakers bleed This that audio dope, nigga, you eat and breathe Swizz Beatz, I'm feeding you these Alicia Keys They tried to call us thugs like that's all it was Real life Goodfellas like Uncle Paulie was Cold Colt .45s, let the .40 buzz M�nage � trois with two burners, this the orgy club My nigga Benny chose to pass the baton Westside Gunn said they just drafted LeBron Griselda Records, motherfucker, ain't no matching the grind Osama Bin Laden, I'm back with the bomb It's PAYNE, I'm officially on the roster Money and bitches, pistols and choppers Backwoods and dutches, swishas and vodka I don't do no riddles, you want your issue we got cha [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] Yo, uhh, when that Beretta spray, see how many your head'll take Never bring me no featherweights It's The Butcher and Leatherface I need a five gram blunt just to medicate It get harder when the coke and water separate The realest niggas I know, still sitting on that bunk Surviving off contraband and two visits every month I'm the type that'll rob you when I'm already up These bars hit like a tank, you gotta live with every punch I'm talking coke sells, all kind of shit, hotel, lotta brick I'm at my plug house eating Rotel, nacho dip In San Antonio but no Gregg Popovich If he change his number on us just make sure your stocking fit I sold every drug in the city and then blew up Like I just ate the same spaghetti that Em' threw up BSF, you need a thousand bullets to tend to us Bag for my bitch they only make in Europe Ask Shade, ask City Boy, fuck it ask God How I ran this rap shit and never slacked off You the one that bring it back, never take your tax off The game ugly but it's beautiful like a black swan Yeah, I say the Butcher comin' and it's horror Deuce and a quarter, feather in my fedora Lighting trees like we're trying to burn down the forest I'm on my Griselda shit, bullet sounds for a chorus, motherfucker [Outro: Benny the Butcher] Argh!!! Black Soprano Family, nigga Huh, yeah, The Butcher and Leatherface Ayo, hold up Ayo Payne, kill these niggas, kill these niggas, ARGH!!!